"Blame On Me" lyrics
(Damn, Adrian, you spazzed on this one)
(I'm the one knocking)
If pain temporary, then why I still feel it?
I've been shattered, broken pictures
Trying to find out where I fit in
Lost the track of time, I be counting up them minutes
On the verge of losing my mind, I feel like I'm 4th and inches
I could paint a picture perfect, but I might damage the bristles
We love money, diamonds but I missed it when it was simple
Am I telling you the truth if I'm lying just a little
Can't expect no dogs to fight if it's just one bowl of kibbles
Look into the mirror, just pretend there ain't no issues
Conversate with headstones, like damn dawg I miss you
Even if he dead wrong, brother know I'm with you
Hard body where my tears go, I ain't need no tissue
For all the fallen soldiers, I get sentimental
No straddling that fence, fuck a monkey in the middle
It get slimy in the trench, gotta keep a pistol
I don't need your love, 'cause I know its artificial
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Had to put me on, ain't have an OG
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Do it to the neck don't need no codeine
Aye, correct me if I'm wrong, on the brink of getting on
All them rocks they ever thrown, I turn into stepping stones
Tryna turn this team to winners, and I'm tryna be the coach
If I can't trust bro, then I'll do it to the throat
I can take you to the river but you gotta build the boat
I can give you tools but you gotta build the home
I don't need your love, I can do it on my own
If you make enough crumbs, you can turn it to a loaf
I got diamonds on my wrist, I got diamonds on my throat
Got a choppa with 30, I feel like I'm lil Los
Rich off of rapping, all I did was hit some notes
Sucka went from being a troll, and got turned into a ghost
Aye we running red lights, we gon' all go
Momma I'm still your child, I'm just a lil more grown
Medication on me, enough for me to cope
And I represent the trenches, I'm just tryna give us hope
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Had to put me on, ain't have an OG
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Do it to the neck don't need no codeine
(I'm the one knocking)
If pain temporary, then why I still feel it?
I've been shattered, broken pictures
Trying to find out where I fit in
Lost the track of time, I be counting up them minutes
On the verge of losing my mind, I feel like I'm 4th and inches
I could paint a picture perfect, but I might damage the bristles
We love money, diamonds but I missed it when it was simple
Am I telling you the truth if I'm lying just a little
Can't expect no dogs to fight if it's just one bowl of kibbles
Look into the mirror, just pretend there ain't no issues
Conversate with headstones, like damn dawg I miss you
Even if he dead wrong, brother know I'm with you
Hard body where my tears go, I ain't need no tissue
For all the fallen soldiers, I get sentimental
No straddling that fence, fuck a monkey in the middle
It get slimy in the trench, gotta keep a pistol
I don't need your love, 'cause I know its artificial
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Had to put me on, ain't have an OG
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Do it to the neck don't need no codeine
Aye, correct me if I'm wrong, on the brink of getting on
All them rocks they ever thrown, I turn into stepping stones
Tryna turn this team to winners, and I'm tryna be the coach
If I can't trust bro, then I'll do it to the throat
I can take you to the river but you gotta build the boat
I can give you tools but you gotta build the home
I don't need your love, I can do it on my own
If you make enough crumbs, you can turn it to a loaf
I got diamonds on my wrist, I got diamonds on my throat
Got a choppa with 30, I feel like I'm lil Los
Rich off of rapping, all I did was hit some notes
Sucka went from being a troll, and got turned into a ghost
Aye we running red lights, we gon' all go
Momma I'm still your child, I'm just a lil more grown
Medication on me, enough for me to cope
And I represent the trenches, I'm just tryna give us hope
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Had to put me on, ain't have an OG
Put the blame on me, I be feeling so lonely
Fuck the fame, that shit ain't for me
And I'm so low key, they don't even really know me
Do it to the neck don't need no codeine
